walking through the halls. the usual stares and whispers. looking down i continue walking. erin following close behind. the black lace and red silk of my dress flowing like water just above my knees. my lace up converse like boots making and sliding sound as i lightly drag my feet. my bangs in my face as usual. my bracelets covering my cuts and scars. my long converse covering my bruises. gladly the day is almost over. I'm ready to leave this hell hole. go home and watch tv with erin. be able to talk to my loving boyfriend. the one person who actually cares. he gets mad about my cuts. but he knows i have to find someway out. the images in my head. every time i close my eyes. except for when I'm with him. when I'm with him the world can't touch me. he is my escape.